After leaving the Youxiang Mansion, Yang Zhao led his horse and walked, still thinking over and over again in his mind how Li Linfu could grasp the saint's mind, thinking: "If one day I have this ability, why worry about not being rich?"
When he came to his senses, he realized that he had reached the third song without realizing it.
Not far ahead is the residence of Wang Lianlian, a famous singer in Nanqu, named Xixiang Xiaozhu.
Yang Zhao's heart felt hot, so he hurried a few steps further, dismounted, hurriedly tied the horse and stepped forward. He saw the wooden sign hanging by the door turned upside down. He put his ear to the crack of the door and heard the sound of silk and bamboo.
It was heard that guests were being entertained inside.
He still knocked on the door. After a while, the little maid Shao'er opened the door. She looked over and saw him. She couldn't help but smile and said, "Master, are you here to have a drink?"
Yang Zhao reached out and wanted to touch her. His mouth was dirty and he said: "Come and let your wife eat me."
Shao'er avoided it, but the smile on her face became sweeter. She shook her head and said, "Lang Jun Wu Shi, don't expect to see my wife at this time, but you can meet my fake mother."
"Teach your fat fake mother to eat me."
Saying that, Yang Zhao pushed open the door and squeezed in. He was about to pounce, but Shao'er picked up her skirt and ran away.
"Mr. Sir, don't make trouble. It's a cold day. Come sit down in the inner room and have a cup of hot wine."
A middle-aged woman in the courtyard came up to him with a smile and a shout. As she spoke, she led Yang Zhao to a wing on the west side and diligently swept the snow off his body.
Although the yard is not big, the flowers and trees along the way are elegant, the pavilions are scattered around, and the winding paths lead to secluded areas.
Yang Zhao was unwilling to give up. He looked towards the central hall and asked, "Who is hosting a banquet here today?"
"It's just a drinking party." The fake mother replied with a smile.
When they arrived in the west wing, she greeted Yang Zhao and cooked wine for him.
"Stop cooking." Yang Zhao said: "I don't have the patience to drink your wine. I want to eat Wang Lianlian's mouth."
"Mr. Lang also knows that my family Lian Lian is an entertainer but not a prostitute."
"What a fart! Don't think I don't know. It's not like she has never slept with someone else."
"Don't be upset, sir. This is the Tang Dynasty. She admires some talented poets, and I can't control her."
"Bullshit! That's so elegant. You're not just a snobbery. You only care about power and fame. I spent two hundred thousand dollars on you and didn't even touch you. Do you think I have no rights?" Yang Zhao became angrier as he spoke and shouted.
: "Say it again, I am the brother of the imperial concubine!"
"My husband misunderstood. Alas, a girl really has no choice. If I were allowed to choose, I also think that you, your husband, are good. You have good looks and bearing... I think you will live a good life."
Yang Zhao pushed away the fake mother's hand and said: "I will transport three carts of red gauze over in the next two days, and then I want Wang Lianlian!"
"If your husband wants to vent his anger, he can just go to Beiqu to look for prostitutes. Why force others to make things difficult for him?"
At this time, there was the sound of horses neighing outside the courtyard, which must have meant that the guest was leaving.
Yang Zhao opened the door and took a look, and sure enough he saw Wang Lianlian seeing off a guest. The guest had white hair and beard and was quite old. There was a carriage and horse to pick him up, so he must be of extraordinary status.
"Who is that?"
The fake mother refused to answer just now, but this time she smiled and said, "It's hard to mention Mr. Zhang's name. All we need to know is that he is the son of Mrs. Yan."
Yang Zhao couldn't help but his breath froze.
Mrs. Yan Guo was the aunt of the current saint, and the saint lost his mother when he was young, so it was Mrs. Yan Guo who single-handedly raised him.
In other words, the old man who just left was the cousin of the saint, Doctor Yinqing Guanglu, the eunuch of the Shaofu, the eunuch, and Zhang Queyi of the Shangzhu Kingdom.
Seeing this man, Yang Zhao realized more and more that he, a small soldier, was really not a big deal in the huge city of Chang'an.
His attitude immediately softened, and he lost the arrogance he had just now.
Instead, he spent 10,000 yuan just to have Wang Lianlian accompany him for a drink.
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"It's strange to say that I feel disgusted when I look at those vulgar prostitutes walking along the wall. But when I see you, Lian Lian, I even want to kiss those little feet."
After a few glasses of wine, Yang Zhao was a little tipsy. His eyes fell on the stockings exposed under Wang Lianlian's skirt, and he reached out to touch them again.
However, Wang Lianlian shrank his feet, turned his head away, showing displeasure, and complained: "After all, Mr. Lang still despises the slave family."
As she spoke, sadness appeared in her eyes, and she sighed: "Descendants of the Wang family in Taiyuan, the old clan of Qinghe Gong. Poems and books are the garden, and the essence can be found by picking them up; calligraphy and calligraphy are the machine, and they are organized into their splendor. After all, they are living in exile.
Fengchen, life is thinner than paper... Wuwu."
Yang Zhao was stunned.
He couldn't understand this, he only saw a drop of tear flowing from Wang Lianlian's beautiful eyes, across her fair and delicate cheeks, and condensed on her chin. Further down, was the smooth and flawless neck.
A belt was tied around the fullest part of her chest...
He swallowed, but his outstretched hand stopped in the air.
Wang Lianlian: The price of wine here is high because of one's background, talent, and the grace that rises from the mud and remains unsullied.
What's more important is that the people she associates with are all powerful people. If she doesn't want to, he really doesn't dare to force her.
And he was really willing to spend money to have her sit with him. The more money he spent, it seemed like he had become one of the powerful people in Chang'an.
"How could I despise you?" Yang Zhao said with a smile: "The people you associate with are all red robes, and the people I associate with are soldiers and ruffians. I am afraid that you will underestimate me."
Wang Lianlian burst into laughter, turned her bright eyes, gave him an angry look, and said: "I am always an elegant person, but you are the most scoundrel. Bah, you libertine!"
He did not forget to make friends with powerful people, and said: "Hey, when will Mr. Zhang who just left introduce me to him? My mother's surname is also Zhang, so she may be related to him."
"It's a coincidence." Wang Lianlian smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang may also be aware of the fact that Mr. Zhang was inquiring about the slave family."
"Oh? What's the matter?"
"I heard that the prince and Du Liangdi have reconciled, is it true?"
"It's absolutely true." Yang Zhao shook his head and cursed: "That man in the East Palace is really unlucky."
Wang Lian Lian said: "Well, I will answer Duke Zhang like this when I turn around. The prince is unlucky and unlucky."
"But I don't know why Mr. Zhang asked about this?" Yang Zhao asked back.
Just when he asked, he rolled his eyes, but he had already thought of the connection, and said with a smile: "Is Mr. Zhang eyeing the position of the crown prince and concubine? I advise him not to get involved in the East Palace. This big case is not over yet."
"Huh?" Wang Lianlian couldn't help but be curious. He came closer and asked, "How do you say it?"
Yang Zhao smiled mysteriously and said: "You have also heard of Liu Ji. There was evidence of the crime of the prince in his study, but it was burned after the incident. I am still looking for the arsonist. The main criminal is still on the run."
"So bold? Arson in Chang'an City is a serious crime."
Yang Zhao smiled, picked up some interesting anecdotes from the case, and talked to Wang Lianlian, saying: "After the interrogation in Jingzhao Mansion, according to the confession of the little maid, in addition to several members of the Du family, there was also a young man named Xue Bai who set the fire. , is the person sent by the prince. Today, the right minister personally asked me to capture this thief..."
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Chang'an, Chang'an County, Xuanyifang.
This place is not far from Dunyifang and is in a not-so-good location in the middle of Chang'an County.
In front of an ordinary house, Xue Bai walked up the steps and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door was opened, and a maid popped her head out, looked at him carefully, and asked with a smile: "Why did you come to my house, young man?"
"May I ask, is Yang Canjun here?"
"My Alang ran an errand last night and hasn't returned yet."
"On errands?" Xue Bai asked: "If Yang Canjun is not on errands, where is he most likely to be?"
The maidservant snorted, then turned sideways and said, "Young Master, please come in and talk."
Xue Bai's hand had already reached into his sleeve, holding a letter to leave. He was slightly surprised when he heard this, smiled politely, and followed through the door.
In front of you is a simple second courtyard. There are many boxes scattered in the front yard. It must be because the Yang family is too lazy to clean up after moving to Chang'an, or because there are many gifts for the welcome.
"Madam, Alang went out to eat, drink, whore and gamble again!"
As the maid shouted, a woman in rich makeup rushed out from the backyard. Her colorful skirt was swaying, and the fragrant breeze came before the person arrived. She seemed to be in her thirties, and she was very pretty. There were some fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and she seemed to have a little dust. Meaning.
When she came closer, she stared at Xue Bai deeply with her beautiful eyes, but the anxiety in her eyes gradually turned into a smile. She bowed Yingying and said: "I am Pei Rou, the wife of Yang Zhao. May I ask if this young man is my family?" Husband’s friend?”
Her name is soft and her tone of voice is also soft.
Xue Bai responded: "I don't know Yang Canjun, but my superiors sent me to find him."
"The prodigal has disappeared again?" Pei Rou said with a smile, "It's cold, let's go inside and talk."
Xue Bai felt a slippery feeling on the back of his hand. She grabbed his hand directly and touched him twice before leading him inside and into the main hall.
I don’t know whether it was the openness of the Tang Dynasty or the openness of the Yang family.
Xue Bai subconsciously turned his face into a serious expression, and an inviolable dignity appeared in his eyes.
Pei Rou didn't notice it at all, and asked with a smile: "How old is the young man this year? Since he has been sent on a mission, he must be sixteen? He is born fair and tender. If you have time, how about teaching your sister?"
"Not yet fourteen." Xue Bai answered casually, glanced around and said, "Yang Shenjun is a relative of the emperor. He used to dress luxuriously, but he didn't expect his home to be so simple?"
Pei Rou was slightly disappointed at first, but then a different kind of brilliance appeared in her eyes. She looked him up and down and said, "Are you talking about the emperor's relatives? In Chang'an City, you can hit an emperor with just a random throw of a stone."
Relatives. Not to mention that the imperial concubine has no friendship with him, but they are just ingratiating themselves with him. Who knows how long the saint can pamper the imperial concubine?"
"No, Yang Canjun is an extraordinary person."
"Hey, he is just a scoundrel with a broken household." Pei Rou cried whenever she could. She wiped her eyes and said with self-pity: "The slave family was originally a famous courtesan in Xichuan. She accumulated a lot of savings. She planned to redeem herself, but instead
But I met this scoundrel."
"oh?"
"He is addicted to drinking and gambling, and has accomplished nothing. What woman would want to marry him? Such a libertine was blinded by the slave family and was deceived by his sweet words. When they first met, he favored the slave family and loved the slave family. However, when they got married, he took it for granted.
He has managed the slave family's savings up and down, but now he is tired of the slave family... Wuwuwu... Since going to Chang'an, he has not touched the slave family for more than a year."
Having said this, Pei Rou stared at Xue Bai with tears in her eyes, her red lips pursed slightly, perfectly blending charm and pity, with a faint hint of dissoluteness.
Xue Bai seemed to have not seen him, only thinking about Yang Zhao marrying a prostitute as his wife, and asked: "Do you know where he went?"
"Where else can we go? We must have gone to that brothel and wine shop again. I don't know whose red tent we are having fun at this time!" Pei Rou cried.
After crying, she became even more miserable, wiping her tears, she sang softly.
"I regret marrying a romantic son-in-law. There is no guarantee for romance. He climbs flowers and breaks willows and is hated by others. He comes home every night and is intoxicated. A thousand calls are not answered."
"Looking back at the moon in front of the curtain, the lamp in the Yuanyang tent clearly illuminated the person who betrayed his heart. When he asked about something that was on his mind, he shook his head and said no."
She sang very passionately, and the shawl on her shoulders fell off, revealing a white and greasy look.
By pulling on the shawl, she looked back at Xue Bai deeply, and all the warm feelings were in her eyes.
At this moment, someone in the backyard shouted: "Mom, I'm hungry! I want to eat roasted hump with wine!"
Pei Rou was furious and quickly asked her maid to silence her son.
Xue Bai took out a letter from his sleeve, put it on the table, picked up an empty wine bottle and pressed it on the corner, and said: "If Yang joins the army and comes back, please let him read it. I will take my leave now."
Pei Rou was startled, stopped him quickly, fiddled with her hair and said, "How about I have a glass of wine before I leave? Look at the slave family, they keep complaining, are they annoying the young man?"
"No, I really like to hear these anecdotes about Yang Canjun."
"Then why not wait here for him to come back?"
"I still need to reply to my superior, so I'll take my leave." Xue Bai pointed to the message on the case: "By the way, Madam, you can tell Yang Canjun that there is a fortune-dropping gift to him here."
When Pei Rou heard the last sentence, she stopped moving and froze.
When she came to her senses again, Xue Bai had already left the small courtyard.
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It's not time, the sun is gone.
Yang Zhao returned home smelling of alcohol, frowned as soon as he opened the door, and said to himself: "This chicken tongue, three carts of red gauze from Master Yun haven't been delivered yet."
When he walked into the hall, he saw Pei Rou sitting there, looking at the wine bottle on the table in a daze.
"I was busy all night until noon, and the Right Prime Minister specially invited me to have lunch at his house and drank two more drinks." Yang Zhao said with a smile, "Why does the lady look at it like a dog looks at a bone, but she is greedy for wine?
"
"Scoundrel." Pei Rou scolded, "You still want to lie to me? I already knew you were away on errands!"
Yang Zhao laughed loudly and said: "I spend most of the time running errands. I have to go to sleep for a while, and I have to catch thieves at night. It's very uncomfortable for me to be a junior official."
"Look at this letter. A young man has sent it, saying that he wants to give you a fortune that will bring you great wealth."
Only then did Yang Zhao see the letter under the wine pot and copied it.
The handwriting on the cover was neat and neat, neither good nor bad... But Yang Zhao read the document and immediately recognized that it was Du Wulang's handwriting.
He quickly tore open the envelope.
"Uncle Yang personally informed me that a certain group of people had evidence of East Palace crimes and wanted to meet with the right prime minister, but they were afraid that my uncle would be responsible for bringing harm to someone. Therefore, when we were at the store, we invited our uncle to have a talk at Kangjia Restaurant in Qingmen.
Du Wulang pays his respects."
Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows, full of surprise, and then asked suddenly: "Where are the people?!"
"gone."
"How do you not keep him?"
Pei Rou couldn't help but smile sweetly and responded casually: "The slave family wants to keep him."
Yang Zhao had long been tired of seeing her coquettishness, so he thought about it for a while and then strode out.
He just rushed to the door and saw three carts of red gauze arriving.
When Yang Zhao saw it, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Just in time, you and I will transport them to Nanqu. Haha, I will be rich today!"
…
At the corner of the street, someone was sitting in a soup cake stall watching this scene. He calmly put down his soup bowl, gathered the tent, got up, and followed the carriages.
